I’m holding

I’m holding

My breath

Right now

My 20,000 pictures

Just disappeared

One rule

At a time

Looks like

We are about

To jump from

The root

Dancing back

And forth

From the border

On the way to

On the way to

Silent extinction

You wouldn’t get

That close

Several years into

A pioneering project

For the pure

Unadulterated pleasure

I could have easily

Imagined myself

Spending a whole

Life this way

What remains

To be seen

How to criticize

Your modified art

Only up to

A certain extent

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2018

You made me

You made me

Feel like dirt

Playing through

In the rough

We could spend

Your days

In the largest

Chunk of ocean

Which must have

Looked fresh

At some point

I’m trying

To imagine

What this looks

Like as a novel

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2018